Dearest The Rock:
 
I know you’ll read this, so I thought I’d put it here. As you know, I’ll be gone this evening, and if I don’t write these things down when the mood hits me, I may never get to it. And things need to be said.
 
But first of all: you’re not in trouble.
 
So […]

Mommy Pie’s leaving for Hawaii tomorrow and wrote a post about how she’s nervous to travel, being that she’ll be away from her daughter for five days. And what a coincidence that was, since I planned to also write a post about an upcoming trip and why I’m afraid to travel (hint: has nothing […]

New to PROMPTuesday? Welcome! Find out more here.
 
Meanwhile, today’s writing prompt is going to be simple (in name only).
 
Write about deception. Whatever that means to you. Can be fact or fiction.
 
As always, here are PROMPTuesday’s rules:
 

You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kick […]

The spider entrenched on my patio door provided an apt metaphor. Its metallic legs dug into my screen, seemingly attempting a break-in. I watched its bulk from the corner of my eye as I dialed number after number into my boyfriend’s pager. I’d been collecting these phone numbers for months. Either I’d seen them appear […]

In the neighborhood coffee shop…

 
Balding Man with glasses, early 50s, wearing casual clothes in the manner of someone not used to wearing casual clothes, sits unnaturally erect and makes several phone calls to people along the lines of, “How can you be watching the baby and sleeping at the same time?” and “Hey! I know […]

Last night, on the way home from a movie, The Rock and I mused about creativity. A Matchbox 20 song played on the radio, and The Rock called it “formulaic,” and I responded that all of their songs are that way, even if I do enjoy them. He semi agreed, but said that 10 years […]

Please read about Caylee from Bird on a Wire. Maybe someone knows where she is or has information about her disappearance. Thank you.

Yesterday, propelled by a PMS cosmetics buying binge, I purchased some “wrinkle-reducing” face powder, my latest must-try in an arsenal of age-denying make-up products.
 
The label doesn’t describe exactly HOW it reduces wrinkles, which I’ve always found a little suspect, but whatever it does is “time-released” and cumulative. I did see something named “Gaba Compex” listed […]

Guess who’s starting the downward PMS spiral? My God! Can we go one month without the steel trap of hormonal hell clasping my — what? endocrine system? fragile brain? pseudo-together life carefully constructed with smoke and mirrors? Only my turbo extra strength PMS can make a grown man cry.
 
And so I thought it’d be a […]

I went ahead and drank the Pero again, because I craved something coffee-like. But in my haste I forgot all about how Pero is used as a lobotomy anesthetic, and now I’m Pero-lyzed.
 
So please accept this list of stuff I’m going to write about soon, but not now:
 

My toilet and its limited access poo hole
Domestic […]

Toots, a confirmed nightmare-haver, cornered me in bed a few mornings ago and told me she’d had a good dream for once. Being 6:30 in the morning, I didn’t immediately share her excitement, but she could barely contain herself, so I indulged her story.
 
Turns out this dream started with her little sister, Booger, who was […]

I’m a big fan of using music for writerly inspiration, and so I thought I’d try that here, with you.
 
To evoke your own inspiration, listen to the song here, then write the pictures that appear in your mind. You don’t need to craft an entire paragraph, although of course you can. Rather, let the images […]

Keep the party going! (Songs courtesy of Modern Single Momma and Single Working Mommy. BlogHerNot 2008 courtesy of Mommy Pie.)
 

SeeqPod - Playable Search
 

I love Joss Whedon. You should too.
http://www.drhorrible.
com/plan.html
Kizz at 117 Hudson turned me on to this, and for that, she’s my new blog stalkee.

Most Sundays I take the girls to the library. It’s an unexpected day for the library to be open, so it’s often empty and uncrowded. Usually, we start our excursion with a coffee/smoothie/chocolate milk pick-up, then make it to the library when it opens at 1. Sometimes, we wait outside on the lawn in the […]

Today is Opera Day for San Diego Momma.
I do not know why. But it came to me in a dream and I don’t like to mess with my higher consciousness.
 
So….
(***tuning up****) la la la la la la la***** ****do re mi fa so la ti do***** ***tru tru tru*****
 
Nah. Forget it.
 
Now watch. A man […]

 
Don’t mind me! I’m just hurriedly preparing for all the other things I’ll be doing this weekend instead of BlogHer.
 

 
I’ve got BlogHerNot 2008: The Revolution, and BitchHer 2008: The Devolution, and all kinds of things in between. Like shopping for a bathing suit that is not Gap, circa 1995 (the last time I bought a […]

Please note that the below represents my perspective and is not reflective of any well-adjusted, unmedicated bloggers out there.
 
I call this piece, The Arc of a Blogger
 
Stage 1: Denial
Examples - “I can live perfectly well without my blog.
It has not consumed my life.
I do not live each day wondering, If I […]

First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here.
Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.
 
In the meantime, for today’s exercise, I’d love you to add to the sentences provided below. Complete the paragraph and continue the story.
 
**********************************************************************************
 
“Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”
 
She […]

So Myra at We Make Three does this incredibly cool segment called Mixtape Mondays, where she picks a blogger and asks them to share some of the songs they’ve got on their iPod. And this Monday, she asked me to do it…
 
So in honor of Mixtape Monday, I’d like to share the titles of […]

Today, I’m participating in Manager Mom’s “Open Your Office” Blogoopalooza, which asks bloggers to let readers into their office, where all the blog addiction writing happens.
 
So to that end, I’m posting a few photos of my inner sanctum, my special place, my out-of-the-way retreat located smack dab at the…
 

 
kitchen table.
 
I’ll pan out for you, so […]

Would you eat this obscene carrot? Or send it to Las Vegas?

(I dial my husband’s cell phone, after a few rings, The Rock picks up)
 
Me: Hello? Honey? What are you doing?
 
Him: Hi babe, I’m at Verizon. You want to sign up for this family share plan or what?
 
Me: Sure, OK. Can I meet you there?
 
Him: Yeah, but hurry. I’ve been here for a half hour already.
 
Me: […]

One day last June, I wrote a post about things I like. Kind of like Oprah, but with way less mass appeal and melanin.
 
In particular, I liked this necklace:
 

 
And I threatened to pretty much dismember anybody who bought it (“now you have no neck! mwah ha ha! how you gonna wear that necklace without a […]

I’m quite unable to complete thoughts today. Also, yesterday. Not sure why, but I’m flat-out ill-equipped to connect subject matter or compose sensical paragraphs. It’s as if my brain waves are spiking and dipping and each time I try to catch one in my net, it flutters away. Thus, I did not complete yesterday’s prompt…and […]

So my friend The Cocktail Maven, book clubber extraordinaire and creator of the ever popular “Cocktails in Historic Places” group, e-mailed me with the news that PROMPTuesdays inspired her to complete a 2,000-word short story.
 
And I was pleased.
 
So pleasured was I that I thought she should create this week’s PROMPTuesday prompt.
 
Which she did.
 
And it […]

So I will.
 
Turns out we enjoyed a pretty eventful week around here. Not really on the Fourth of July front, which mainly involved fending off pot smoke, errant marshmallows, and a high tide, but the rest of the time? Pretty much a lot going on.
 
It started Wednesday night. We ambitiously took the whole family to […]

Imprints of youth:
 
Stretched out on a blanket, stomach packed with homemade ice cream, holding my breath as silver sprinkles explode, dropping tentacle by tentacle into the horizon.
 
Watching fireflies dodge between sparklers, hearing the distant shouts of other neighborhood children, whooping with delight in answer to their parents’ murmured caution.
 
Red and white checkers, hot dogs burned […]

Since the discovery of a “SID’S Baby Furniture” in Los Angeles in 1992, I’ve found the names of things interesting. (And SID’S? Baby Furniture? Who didn’t do their research?) Then there’s Sum Yung Guy Chinese, and the famous “Donut Touch” here in San Diego. Talk about compelling advertising. THAT donut shop obviously knows something we […]